3 Russians Walk Into a Bar…

This is one of the funniest jokes I’ve heard in a while:

Two men meet on the street and one of them asks the other, Is it true that you formed a musical group? “Yes, a quartet.” How many? “Three.” Who? “Me and my brother.” You have a brother? “No.”

5 Replies to “3 Russians Walk Into a Bar…”

  1. Yeah, including me. You will not be surprised to hear that I don’t get it. I think I have a sense of humor that focuses more on poop jokes and limericks…

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  2. I’m not usually one for absurdist humor, but this joke seemed more logical and grim to me. But in the end, you either laugh or you don’t. Which reminds me of a footnote from David Foster Wallace‘s “Big Red Son,” from his latest collection of essays, Consider the Lobster, which I had been enjoying immensely over my year-end holiday:

    …the relation between a Calvin Klein ad and a hard-core adult film is essentially the same as the relation between a funny joke and an explanation of what’s funny about that joke.

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